Little Braids was extremely happy to receive Lord Judge's brush. The shaft of the brush was made of mutton-fat white jade, delicate and warm in hand.
Little Braids waved to the Heir of Marquis of Zhennan and asked before leaving, "What's your name?"
What name? The Heir of Marquis of Zhennan shook his head.
Too many lifetimes, too many names, it's hard to distinguish the primary from the secondary.
"Nameless?" Little Braids giggled.
The Heir of Marquis of Zhennan nodded, "You can call me Nameless."
Little Braids didn't expect him to be so agreeable, and he seemed quite nice, so he put away his playful demeanor and said sincerely, "You're Lord Judge, so from now on, I'll respectfully call you Nameless Lord."
...
Little Braids walked among the mortal world, holding the mutton-fat white jade brush in his hand.
Suddenly, the brush began to tremble.
He opened his palm, and the brush spun in his hand, finally settling in a particular direction.
